Pulling back, I roll onto the bed beside her and grip the headboard with my arms stretched above me.
"What are you—"
"Ride me." I smirk. "You loved using my dick as your wand just a second ago. Let’s see you do it again."
Sadie rolls her eyes and laughs, but climbs on top of me, one leg on each side of my hips. She leans forward, pressing a softkiss on my cheek, then slowly runs her tongue down my neck and across my chest. Her descent continues until it’s not her pussy closing around my cock—it’s her mouth.
She swallows me in one fluid motion, tears pricking her eyes as I hit the back of her throat. But she doesn’t stop, instead, she bobs up and down on a mission to drive me mad. Each flick of her tongue along the rim, each time she takes me so deep I have to will myself not to lose it—she’s playing with me—and it’s a game I don’t intend to lose.
Releasing my grip on the wood above my head, I reach out and wrap her long chocolate hair around my fist. "Do you want me to take control?" I pull just hard enough to lift her eyes to mine. "Are you trying to make me lose my mind?"
She nods slowly, still sucking on the head of my cock like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.
Moving swiftly, I lift her off of me, repositioning her so her face is resting on the pillows and her ass is in the air. Without giving her notice, I bring my hand down on her ass with a loud crack. She yelps, but doesn’t pull away. In fact, she pushes her perfectly round globes toward me.
Taking the hint, I do the same to the other cheek. Bending this time to lick the spot that’s quickly turning a bright shade of red.
"Touch yourself, Sade." Positioning my tip at her entrance, I push in slightly. "This isn’t going to last long for me, and I refuse to come first. Get there, baby."
Sadie runs her hand down her torso, beginning to make small circles over her center. And I thrust deep inside her, pounding in and out as fast as I can. Her thighs shake, and her pussy clenches around me as she screams.
"Max! Shit, Max! Holy…"
I pump in and out a few more times while she rides the wave of her orgasm, and when I can’t take it any longer… I explode inside her like a bomb detonating, blowing every previousexperience so far out of my mind it’s like no one else has ever existed.
Sadie slumps onto the bed as I ease out of her, yawning, and I fold myself around her. She snuggles against me, turning in my arms so we’re staring directly at each other. I run the backs of my fingers down her cheek, captivated by the woman in front of me, not just by her beauty, but by her as a whole.
"You’re everything, you know that?" Pressing tiny kisses to her cheeks and forehead, I whisper.
Sadie wraps her leg over mine, inching ever closer. "I’m mad," she mumbles.
"Why?"
"Because we wasted so much time." She flops onto her back and runs a hand down her face. "What if it was supposed to be us all along? What if we wasted all these years when we could have been together?"
Scooping my arm beneath her, I roll her toward me—my chest pressed against the milky skin on her back. "You mean in high school?"
"Yeah…"
A low laugh bubbles in my chest. "Nah. Sade, I wouldn’t have known what to do with you back then. I would’ve messed it up."
She releases a slow breath that I can feel ghosting over the hand I have pressed to her chest. "Timing," she says faintly, as if she’s exasperated by the word. "It’s never right when I want it to be."
I kiss her neck. "My dad told me once that it’s not the number of days we get with someone, but the quality of them that counts." Biting my cheek, I stuff down the emotion that wants to burst out of me. "I think… we've had some really spectacular days. And we aren’t out of them yet. Maybe we just look at this time with gratitude instead of sadness."
She twists her neck, and I meet her halfway to kiss her. It’s filled with emotion, like a silent acceptance that even though we only have at most a little over a week—we are going to make every second count.
A loud boom sounds above us, followed by the faint sizzle of a firework floating down from the sky. Sadie shoots up straight, grabbing the blanket and leaving me uncovered.
"Come on, Max." She slides off the bed, wrapping the comforter around her. "We’re missing the show."
Following her lead, I snag the red blanket that she used earlier and wrap it around my waist, then I grab the pillows. Sadie steps onto the deck, carefully walking to the front of the boat. When I’m sure she’s steady and in a place where she won’t repeat her earlier reenactment ofOverboard, I toss the pillows toward her.
She lays them out on the bow, motioning for my blanket. "Throw me that so I can spread it out."
I’m glad there isn’t another boat even remotely close to us—I'd be giving them quite the show. Handing her the blanket, she lays it down, then folds herself onto it, waving her arm for me to do the same. Sadie drapes the comforter over top of us, and we snuggle into the pillows, one of my arms wrapped under her neck and my other hand sprawled across her stomach.
Brilliant shades of gold, blue, green, and red erupt in the sky—some that look like starbursts, others that fall like the vines of a willow tree floating in the breeze. Each time another one ignites, I’m captivated, not by the light show in the sky, but by the way it illuminates the girl beside me. Her eyes twinkle with delight, her smile is so breathtaking it hurts, and the way she seems so relaxed… my heart tumbles for her all over again.
